Verse
G# F#
Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
G# F#
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
G# F#
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus
G# F#
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
G# F#
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
G# F#
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
[Verse 2]
G# F#
It's a one-track town, just brown, and a breeze, too,
G# F#
Pack up the meat, sweet, we're headin' out
G# F#
For Wichita in a pile of fruit
G# F#
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
G# F#
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
G# F#
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
[Verse 3]
G# F#
Now, pull that drummer out from behind that bottle
G# F#
Bring me my pipe, we're gonna shake it
G# F#
Slap that drummer with a pie that smells
G# F#
Take me down to California, baby
G# F#
Take me down to California, baby
G# F#
Take me down to California, baby
[Verse 4]
G# F#
Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus
G# F#
The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed
G# F#
On the very next day, with a nose full of pus
G# F#
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
G# F#
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread
G# F#
Yea! Heavy and a bottle of bread